It’s Father’s Day. I am thinking about my Daddy. I loved him so much. He died far sooner than he should have. There are so many things that I never got to say. I wish that he had been around to know Doug. And my son, Winston. He would have loved being able to look him in the eye and talk to him about the pitfalls of being so tall.
This isn’t what I had planned to talk about, but my son just called his Dad to wish him a Happy Father’s Day.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 
June 17, 2008 at 12:25 am
How tall is your son? It is hard to tell from a picture. They both look pretty tall. I am 5’2″ and my brother is 6′. I feel like a shrimp by him.